Page 53 of His Relentless Angel

She leans all the way forward, bending over in half to touch the floor with her wet pussy on display.

“Fuck!” I bare my teeth and clench my fists on my thighs, on the verge of losing control.

She looks over her shoulder and bats her lashes. “Which scheme were you talking about? In the car.”

All the air rushes out of me. “No.”

She straightens and spins around, climbing onto my lap to straddle me on her knees, brushing her pussy against my cock head. She grabs my wrists, dragging my hands to cup her tits, shaking my hands to shimmy her breasts. She licks up my cheek and whispers in my ear, “Which scheme, love? After all, I’m the one who came up with whatever it was. Tell me, and I’ll ride you.”

I break. “That pink bikini. You sent me a video clip, leaning over the bathroom counter with your tits smashed together and part of your nipples showing. You moaned for Papi because you found out I speak Spanish. I called Troy, and he talked me out of changing my name and moving to a different country.”

She grips my dick—fucking finally!—and angles it to take the head inside her pussy.

“Fuck! Thank you! Sweet Jesus, thank you. Ride me, baby.” She freezes in place, leaning back and giving me a wicked grin, then squeezes her inner muscles around me. “Don’t stop, baby,” I plead. “I gave you what you wanted.”

“Did you like the video?”

“Damnit, B, no! I deleted that shit immediately.”

She arches her back and rolls her hips. “You didn’t think I looked pretty in my bikini?”

“You’ve always been pretty,” I say hesitantly.

“What about sexy?” She sinks an inch on my dick. “I made sure the girls looked good for you. Wanted you to see my nipples.”

I shake my head.

She leans in close and licks along my lips. “I even took a video with my top off, but I wasn’t brave enough to send it to you.”

“Good,” I grit out. “Troy wouldn’t have been able to talk me out of moving if you had.”

“I still have it saved on my phone, though, if you want to see it.”

I shake my head faster this time.

She trails a hand down my abs, making my balls draw up tight. “Did you get hard when I called you ‘Papi’?”

“Fucking hell, B, no.”

She pouts and tugs on one of her braids. “So if I called you ‘Papi’ while riding your dick”—she drops another inch, squeezing tight around me and shimmying her breasts—“you wouldn’t like it?”

I growl, grip her waist, and punch my hips up, filling her with my entire length in one thrust. Bailey releases a high-pitched moan, and in a flash, I pull out and have her bent over the bed. I yank her nightgown down to her bare feet, brace a hand in the middle of her back to keep her in place, and then smack the hell out of her right asscheek.

“Fucking evil angel,” I bark out. Then I slam my cock home inside of her from behind, making her scream out her pleasure. “That’s it, B. After all the stunts you’ve pulled over the years, I’m going to make you scream all night long.”

Thrusting in and out of her furiously, I swat her left asscheek, watching with eroticism as her skin blooms bright pink. “Say ‘you’re sorry’, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.” She tries to push herself off the bed, which earns her another smack. “Apologize for sending me that video.”

“I’m going to cum, Papi!” she screams instead, which earns her another swat. The little evil thing goes wild on my cock, clenching around me so tight that I almost cum.

I wrench my dick out of her to stop my orgasm because I’m not ready for this to be over. “Goddamnit, that wasn’t supposed to get you off yet!”

“I can’t help it! Everything you do gets me off!”

I drive back into her, gather her braids in one hand, and wrap them around my fist, drawing her up until she’s standing on her tiptoes with my dick inside her. “Evil.” Thrust. “Little.” Thrust. “Angel. Put your knee on the bed.” As soon as she does, unsteadily balancing on one leg while I fuck in and out of her, I reach around and pinch her clit repeatedly until she’s sobbing.

“I-I-I…” She’s shaking and crying so hard that she can’t so much as form a sentence. I immediately let go of her hair, disgusted with myself for how rough I’m being with her in my frustration. Bailey drops forward with her chest on the mattress, her knee still propped up on the edge, and bounces her ass on my dick. “I’m gonna cum again!”

“Fuck, Bailey! I love you so goddamn much,” I growl, dropping my chest on her back, pinning her to the bed, and I bite the back of her neck as I fuck into her hard until we’re both cumming. This time is different, though, as there’s more than just her usual release. There’s a flood of heat while her screams turn silent, her body locking up tight beneath me.

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